I was her brave knight, heading off to face certain danger, just like Sir Lancelot before me. And she was my queen, my Guinevere, tending to my wounds when I returned home from the field. With her damp cloth, her bandages, her tender caress. Our love grew as she healed me, making me new again each time and bringing us closer together. One day, she finally asked: "My brave warrior, why do you keep going out there, when you get hurt every time?" I looked her in the eye. "I do it for you, my dear: Your office softball team would lose every game if I stopped playing."
As appreciation for her royal affection, I gave my queen the Camelot Ring, with 4 carats of faceted amethyst, whose deep purple hue is the only color capable of capturing her regality. The glittering violet oval is trimmed with a gold-finished "crown" and set in a medieval-inspired setting of fine .925 sterling silver. My lady deserves nothing less. And that’s why I’ll keep going to battle, and to bat, for her, no matter how many wild pitches the enemy fires at me.